Shiftless Kids
Shiftless kids meander momentarily through air like scattered haze of glass The shy night opens up, greying and uninvolved in juxtaposition to leafless (leaveless) trees Oh, what are seasons? Just shifts of time in orderly lives The weather between the banter, ceaseless and incessant like people walking trails on clear, untrammeled days Oh, what are the reasons? For this transient massing of time, of people, of indifference Shiftless, unmannered kids, playing games in the park through air of glass scattered with a haze of days